Chapter 1: A new beginning
After her last visit to London, Josephine decided that she wanted to live there at some point. Luckily, she got to work as a trainee for an advertising company in London. She has always been so independent that the thought of living all alone in a foreign country, didn't scare her at all. She had arrived to her new flat in London, and was travelling up the stairs with one of many moving boxes.
Okay. Just a thousand steps more and ten more moving boxes. Great. I thought to myself, while carrying a box filled with utensils. I finally arrived to the entrance of my flat, and turned the key. I felt some kind of spiritual peace and freedom by the emptiness of the room, knowing it was mine, and it was mine to decorate.
Whilst carrying another heavy box up to the top of the stairs, I felt it slowly slipping between my fingers, and tried to prevent the inevitable by putting my knee under the box for support, but now I couldn't walk to my flat. But what do I see there? It's my new neighbour coming to my rescue! "Hey, do you need some help with that?" the stranger asked me. "Yes, please." I said in the most damsel-in-distress-like voice known to mankind. Of course, I regretted this when I saw the face of my rescuer. Daniel Howell. Danisnotonfire. The famous british youtuber, internet cult leader, and probably the guy of my dreams. Could this be happening? Is Daniel Howell my neighbour? No that is just crazy. He probably just visited a friend of his. I mean, if he lived here, then where is Phil? Okay, Josephine, keep it cool, don't fangirl, just pretend you don't know who he is.
"Do you need help with more boxes?" He said looking at me with those beautiful dark brown eyes.
"I have two boxes or so left, but you don't need to help, if you're busy. It looked like, you were on your way out."
"Well, I want to help. And I think I have time for another box or two." I absolutely hate, when I can't do things by myself, and have to ask for help. But this was Dan Howell, I mean, you can't say no to that. So, I gave him a reassuring nod.
"So, where are you moving from?" Dan asked me, while trying to catch his breath, from walking up many steps.
"Are you alright? Do I need to help you?" I asked him, jokingly.
"Yeah. I just.. I just need a little break." He said, and put the box on one of the steps.
"And to answer your question: I just moved here from Denmark." I sad, and sad next to the box, whilst carrying the other one.
"Denmark? Really? Are you here alone?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Wow. So how do you like it here?"
"Well, I've always loved London, or England in general. Are you ready to continue the great journey to the top of the stairs?" I said with a grin.
"Okay then. If you want to torture a man in his best age." He said jokingly, and I smiled at him.
We arrived to the top of the stairs at last, and we took the boxes to the living room of my flat. Dan looked at the unpacked boxes and the unassembled furniture with very little energy.
"Are you going to unpack and assemble all of this by yourself?" He said.
"Yep. Thankfully, I don't have any work to do the next few weeks, so I have plenty of time."
"Well, If you need any help me and my friend Phil live right nextdoor."
"I think you have helped me enough already." I said jokingly.
"But thanks. What was your name again?" I said.
"No problem. I'm Dan, and you are?"
"Josephine."
"Well, Josephine. Welcome to the neighbourhood. It was nice to meet you, but I have to get going."
"I figured. It was very nice to meet you too, Dan."
Dan then waved goodbye, and exited the flat. All of the excitement filled me, and I couldn't do anything, but jump up and down and shriek like a proper fangirl. Was this really happening? I started to unpack the kitchen utensils, while smiling and dancing, because I was so overexcited and eager to meet him again.
"This is indeed going to be an eventful year." I thought to myself.
